Speed Hunter Novels & Stories

He added as he seriously stared at us with his coal eyes. “Man, you’re so cheeky,” the browned-haired woman from before replied as she crossed her hands and legs. Another man just beside Black-haired, repulsively spat, “Two versus five? You serious?” He sneered, “Well, that’s better than one versus five though.” This guy is wearing a black hood, failing me to take a glimpse of his exteriors. He’s also wearing some leather hunting boots, concluding that he’s indeed a primitive hunter. Another guy standing beside Black-haired possessed the biggest build among the four and is also the quietest one. An ax in his hand and a horned armor on his head. His skin was leathered, sun-bitten.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

I reply as I keep my eyes trained on the road. "¡Sienna! ¡Deténgase! ¡No tienes adónde ir! Mis hombres están en camino para detenerte. Así que detente ahora, o me veré obligado a matarte." Sienna! Stop! You have nowhere to go! My men are on their way to stop you. So stop now, or I'll be forced to kill you. Hunter shouts through the Bluetooth speaker in his car.

In urgency, I hurry into my ride. It's stupid. I don't care if he knows that I'm after him. I just want to get this over with. As I speed along, trying to catch up with the tinted car, another car zooms past me, smashing the bumper of the car ahead. I've company and the company is also after my enemy. Excellent. Now my quest is made easier which makes us in the same team after all. I increase my speed, my palms getting sweaty on the steering as I draw closer to my target.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

Once inside, Hunter reversed the car sharply, speeding away from the scene. As they passed the motorcycles and cars belonging to Giovanni’s men, Hunter brought the car to a brief stop. He aimed his gun and fired at two of the motorcycles, hitting their fuel tanks. The bikes exploded instantly, the flames spreading to a nearby car, which also erupted in a fiery blast. Satisfied with the destruction, Hunter hit the gas, driving them away from the chaos.

Someone finally couldn't handle the sight anymore and stumbled aside to throw up, while another broke into panicked, helpless sobs. My hands trembled slightly, and my face was deathly pale. I was one of the calmer ones, but there was no denying that I was just a high school student. It all started yesterday, during our class trip. The bus plunged over a cliff, and we woke up to find ourselves here. A system appeared before us. It told us we were dead and that clearing this game, The Tyrant's Atonement, was our only way back. It was a game where we could choose our roles.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

It slid across the highway like someone who'd shown up late to a party and been disappointed to find it already in flames. I didn't stop moving. Running in the open is a different kind of ballet. There's no cover to hide behind. It's all about endurance and misdirection. I feinted left, doubled right, felt one hunter lurch and miss his footing on the slick shoulder, and then—because I am not a heartless monster—because there are rules even to killing and I like to stick to my own—I trip a hunter with a flick of the boot. He goes down. The others curse and aim. Too fast. Too proud.

Antares's eyes opened wide, as he noticed the engraving of the bell on the rifle. "Invisible Hunt. Fuck off," Antares cursed. They were Hunters who in the past had severed ties with Lucifer. And now, they started chasing him. The bullet was fired, and the black-eyed man endured the pain of the blood gushing out of his shoulder. As fast as possible, he maneuvered, and he avoided several vehicles that were in front of him. The sports motorbike he was using had lost its balance, and was thrown over the edge of the bridge.